Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 6

Lavinia sighed, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You know, even if you hadn't managed to help my mother recover, I was planning on adopting you anyway. You've been through so much at such a young age.'

That was the first time Miranda let out a true, heartfelt smile.

"Thank you, Ms. Lancaster."

Lavinia couldn't resist giving Miranda a warm hug. "From now on, think of me as your own mother. My home is your home. Take a couple of days to rest. Once you're feeling better, I'm planning to throw a welcome party for you. It'll be a way to shake off the past."

Lavinia had done a bit of digging into Miranda's past, and the more she interacted with her, the more she liked this resilient young girl. Besides, Miranda had miraculously healed her mother, which only deepened Lavinia's sense of closeness and gratitude.

In that moment, Miranda felt a pang of sorrow for the old Miranda. In the presence of the Hawke family, her biological parents, and her own brothers, she never experienced affection as warm and genuine as this from someone she wasn't even related to.

After dropping her off at the villa, Lavinia had to rush back to the office. But before leaving, she handed Miranda a card loaded with a million dollars, telling her to buy some stuff, a token of gratitude for helping Anna. Miranda, needing the money, didn't reject it.

Along with the money, Lavinia left a secretary to assist Miranda with any needs she might have.

then fell into a deep, restful sleep. The few hundred square foot bedroom bed were a

with a smartphone, a laptop, and all sorts of gadgets that

laptop. To learn more about

of them were from the Hawke family. Miranda's fingers flew

some internet café,

Miranda replied. [Buzz off!]

up? Where are you? Do you know how upset Bella is because you

I care if she's upset? Am I

you don't want to come back, then don't ever come back.

Miranda wrote. [Okay.]

cursed. [Miranda, have you no heart? Bella even baked a cake for you, and we all waited at home. What are you doing if

no heart,

[Miranda, where are you? You aren't really not coming back,

back, I

replying to each message, Miranda

might spill the beans. Maybe, just maybe, there was a hint of guilt on their part. But to